"Any idea who's leading," I asked and they looked at me like I was a dickhead, "Fuck you then," I said and then it started raining."Fuck this for a ga...e of soldiers," I said, "Too fucking cold for pratting about, see you down the pub after?" I said and I legged it.There was this wanker on a motorbike who was pissing me off, he was sat backwards on the pillion and he was filming me as his mate rode, it's all very well but he was spraying me with water off of his back tyre and fucking laughing,. On Saturday night, however, it was a lot different; the club was crowded and the guys were rowdier. Every time I went to collect glasses from the tables, I had to run a gauntlet of wandering hands. Hands that stroked my legs, bum and cock, and even tried to pull my thong down. I felt like packing the job in, until I counted up the money that I had made in tips. Over the next few months I got used to all the handling, all the remarks and all the propositions. To be honest, I started to get. My hands slid up the back of his shirt and slowly I ran my nails lightly down his back and he moaned into my mouth. I moaned right back as his fingers lightly brushed against my nipple. Oh god, I thought to myself, I want him so badly. He started kissing down my neck and bit me lightly. I whimpered in delight and whispered, “Bite me harder, please.” He lightly laughed his warm breath against my skin and I shivered. He kissed me once more before biting me again, first lightly and then harder. I. She laughted and did it again. I licked and sucked the sticky cum off her finger. She told me to swallow, I let the salty spunk slip down my throat. I felt like a total slut, my cock was hard and rubbing against her cunt. I stared at her glossy lips, she said would you like to fuck me now slut. I just nodded lost for words, she rolled of me, lay on her back and opend her legs, her pussy was dripping wet and glistening. She gestured for me to get on top. I knelt between her legs rubbing my cock.